Post by zebra2143 on Feb 23, 2011 2:36:33 GMT -6
Name: Heatherpaw
Age: 11 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Mentor: Snowfoot (Kitty)
Rank: Apprentice
Mate/Crush: None [Open]
Kin:
Description:
Her pelt is an ashy gray color, which fades in and out of a more brown/gray hue over her back and reaches it’s darkest at the tip of her tail; she is also completely without stripes. Along the bridge of her snout is a swath of rich brown, which abruptly ends at her black-lined dark orange nose. Starting at her mouth and spreading to the farthest areas that could still be called her throat and chest is a pale, creamy white color that also appears on the underside of her hind legs. Heatherpaw’s eyes are large, round, and sit close together on her face. They’re a crisp, bright shade of blue that matches that of her mother’s eyes. The she-cat holds herself highly, with her back straight and her tail folded neatly over her paws in a polite and proud fashion. She seems like she could already be a warrior, the way she speaks in a smooth, confident, firm voice and hangs around with the older cats. One of the only indications of her rank is her lack of warrior suffix and the fact that she is usually seen attending to chores like bringing prey to the elders, cleaning out the nursery, or retrieving new bedding.[/ul]Personality:
However, she wasn’t going to object. She would have to find some way to bring her and her sister back together. [/ul]
Roleplay example:
The apprentice flattened her ears and crouched so low that her belly touched the ground, chuckling as her audience mimicked her. In the blink of an eye she sprung, a blur of pale gray and brown as she sped through the lovely summer air. Suddenly she was still, her landing nearly silent. The kits sucked in their breath, frozen as their performer stayed motionless. ”Tah-dah!” Heatherpaw called as she turned to her audience, a bit of unlucky dandelion seed stuck to the bottom of her paw. Her inedible prey caught and shown, they kits all giggled and leapt onto each other, transforming into a wriggling ball of fur.
”Hey! Calm down, you’ll hurt yourself!”[/ul]
Other: